After an hour of trying, and completely emptying the kindling box, Fiorella finally got a fire going. If she were an Eskimo, her family would have long since frozen to death.
Husband takes fifteen minutes at the most, even with wet wood. On the other hand, whenever Husband has to write down the home phone number, he still has to ask Fio what it is.
I guess we each have our areas of expertise.
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